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goneawayworld2020-08-25 10:20 pm
just_rogue) wrote in goneawayworld2020-08-25 10:20 pm
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A little taste of home
Who: Rogue and open
What: Someone is having a birthday and there is cake
Where: The Mess
When: August 26
Warnings/Notes: Not gluten free?
Birthdays were always odd affairs for her, well her own anyway. Rogue had enjoyed a good many birthdays for other people but she seemed to let her own just pass by more often than not. Being here though, away from home and friends and those she'd come to call family, it made her a bit homesick. So when she noted the date she thought she could at least do something to mark the occasion.
Farmer Bob was one of the sweetest men she'd met aboard so far, and her willingness to pull weeds in the gardens without complaint and to generally be comfortable in the warm and humid greenhouses was appreciated. Bob let her snag a half dozen eggs easily enough and a vanilla bean pod.
The kitchen staff was less enchanted by her but as long as she didn't dip too heavily into their stores they didn't seem to mind her whipping up on of her grandma's cakes. The frosting had been harder to come by but she made do with what they had and after a few hours of work, she had one fine and festive looking red velvet cake that could serve whoever showed up and wanted some. That's southern cooking, go big or go home and no one leaves hungry.
She wasn't quite sure how to let people know so she just sent out a general text that there was cake in the mess hall for anyone who wanted some.
What: Someone is having a birthday and there is cake
Where: The Mess
When: August 26
Warnings/Notes: Not gluten free?
Birthdays were always odd affairs for her, well her own anyway. Rogue had enjoyed a good many birthdays for other people but she seemed to let her own just pass by more often than not. Being here though, away from home and friends and those she'd come to call family, it made her a bit homesick. So when she noted the date she thought she could at least do something to mark the occasion.
Farmer Bob was one of the sweetest men she'd met aboard so far, and her willingness to pull weeds in the gardens without complaint and to generally be comfortable in the warm and humid greenhouses was appreciated. Bob let her snag a half dozen eggs easily enough and a vanilla bean pod.
The kitchen staff was less enchanted by her but as long as she didn't dip too heavily into their stores they didn't seem to mind her whipping up on of her grandma's cakes. The frosting had been harder to come by but she made do with what they had and after a few hours of work, she had one fine and festive looking red velvet cake that could serve whoever showed up and wanted some. That's southern cooking, go big or go home and no one leaves hungry.
She wasn't quite sure how to let people know so she just sent out a general text that there was cake in the mess hall for anyone who wanted some.